[Ten years isn't long when you're a country. But it is a long time when you haven't seen your brother.
Canada does a double-take when he glimpses America, then just stops. His mouth works soundlessly for a moment, silent echo to his thoughts.
It's been so long-Where has he been-Why didn't he himself try harder to see him-Oh gosh maybe America doesn't want to see him-How can Canada possibly face him--
But at the sound of his brother's shaky, honest voice Canada's mind stills. He- he's sad?!]
H-hello. America. I'm sorry, it- it's been so long... [Tentatively he steps forward and restrainedly offers his hand.]
[ Twenty years. She is a little over twice the age that she was when she first met him that faithful day. Things started out a little roughly, sure, but it got better. They became friends, irreplaceable parts of each other's lives. And they loved each other. The attraction grew and grew and grew and she was so happy with him.
And then, suddenly, she had to go. Wormholed back to a home that she couldn't help but question if was really her true home.
Without Canada there, things didn't feel right for Jasmine.
... But still, she continued on with her life. Went back to being a gym leader, training her Pokemon, being in contests... turning down boy after boy because she swore that her heart was forever taken. She adopted a few kids, yearned for the stars, wished upon them, and wanted with every fiber of her being to be reunited with him somehow, someway.
And, after twenty long years, it happened. Somewhere, she doesn't know where, she doesn't care where, because he's here
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[It had been long. So long. They had decided to build a life together, then- suddenly empty. Twenty years was not too long for a country. But his heart had been on the slow path, longing after Jasmine, feeling each day as it passed.
It would have been easier to bear if she'd actually been living the years with him. And it was not her fault. Not in the least.
Then, as suddenly as she had been taken, she reappeared in front of him. He knew it was her. He'd been watching human faces grow old for so long now - he knew. And he knew.
Trembling with emotion, he takes a halting step forward, one hand outreached, tears in his eyes.]
[ Hearing her name, that voice, one that was so familiar to her... She's quick to move toward him but stops before she hugs him. How cruel it would be for this to be a dream... it's happened before, and she doesn't want this to be the case, not again. Her heart wouldn't be able to handle it.
She takes his hand and guides it up to her face, so he is cupping her cheek. It's solid. It's warm. It's real.
Her hands tighten a little as she begins to cry, hiccuping as she tries to speak but fails to. ]
[Keeping the one hand on her face, he steps forward to envelop her into a gentle hug. He kisses the top of her head, distantly noticing that she is a little taller. Then he hugs her tighter as the reality sinks in while he slowly rubs her back, uselessly trying to calm her. He himself is crying quietly into her hair.
She's here. She's real. It's finally happened - he can hold her in his arms again.]
[ Twenty years of not being near him, not being able to see him, of always feeling empty... Calm isn't happening anytime soon. Her arms are around him tight, her hands gripping the back of his shirt as she presses her face against his chest.
Through her tears, she speaks softly. ] I... I-I never forgot you... I missed you so much...
[Gently he pulls her back, then bends down to kiss her. He meant it to be softly, but the intensity of waiting twenty years for this quickly came through. Her smell, her touch, even the taste of her - even twenty years more mature, it was still all the same and he loved her just as much.]
[ Truth be told, she doesn't want him to hold back... not now, when they've been apart for so long. Jasmine feels like her heart is swelling with emotion and it doesn't take her long to mimic his actions and intensity. Her hands loosen then drift up to his shoulders, trying to keep him there, close to her, so she can be closer to the one she belongs with. ]
[Canada can feel his face blushing when she reciprocates with intensity of her own. She is no longer the tentative young woman that he'd first met. But then, his experiences had made him a little less tentative as well. Especially when it came to doing everything you wished to do today, because you never knew what tomorrow would bring- or take. Smiling through the kiss that they were sharing, he bent down a little to get an arm behind her legs, and swept her up into his arms to hold her tight.]
[ Jasmine blushes brightly as she feels her feet leave the floor, but she doesn't mind at all. Her arms wind around his neck as she smiles and tears form in the corners of her eyes. She doesn't want this kiss to end, not until she absolutely must end it. ]
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Canada does a double-take when he glimpses America, then just stops. His mouth works soundlessly for a moment, silent echo to his thoughts.
It's been so long-Where has he been-Why didn't he himself try harder to see him-Oh gosh maybe America doesn't want to see him-How can Canada possibly face him--
But at the sound of his brother's shaky, honest voice Canada's mind stills. He- he's sad?!]
H-hello. America. I'm sorry, it- it's been so long... [Tentatively he steps forward and restrainedly offers his hand.]
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After a moment of hesitation, Canada returns the hug tightly.]
I'm sorry, America. A-are you okay? Y-you haven't been hurt? I- I hear about what is going on, but-- w-when I don't see you-
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And then, suddenly, she had to go. Wormholed back to a home that she couldn't help but question if was really her true home.
Without Canada there, things didn't feel right for Jasmine.
... But still, she continued on with her life. Went back to being a gym leader, training her Pokemon, being in contests... turning down boy after boy because she swore that her heart was forever taken. She adopted a few kids, yearned for the stars, wished upon them, and wanted with every fiber of her being to be reunited with him somehow, someway.
And, after twenty long years, it happened. Somewhere, she doesn't know where, she doesn't care where, because he's here ( ... )
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Twenty years was not too long for a country. But his heart had been on the slow path, longing after Jasmine, feeling each day as it passed.
It would have been easier to bear if she'd actually been living the years with him.
And it was not her fault. Not in the least.
Then, as suddenly as she had been taken, she reappeared in front of him. He knew it was her. He'd been watching human faces grow old for so long now - he knew. And he knew.
Trembling with emotion, he takes a halting step forward, one hand outreached, tears in his eyes.]
Jasmine-! I- I found you-
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She takes his hand and guides it up to her face, so he is cupping her cheek. It's solid. It's warm. It's real.
Her hands tighten a little as she begins to cry, hiccuping as she tries to speak but fails to. ]
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[Keeping the one hand on her face, he steps forward to envelop her into a gentle hug. He kisses the top of her head, distantly noticing that she is a little taller. Then he hugs her tighter as the reality sinks in while he slowly rubs her back, uselessly trying to calm her. He himself is crying quietly into her hair.
She's here. She's real. It's finally happened - he can hold her in his arms again.]
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Through her tears, she speaks softly. ] I... I-I never forgot you... I missed you so much...
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Y-you never... Oh, Jasmine, I missed you so much too. I- I always thought of you-
[He can't even begin to articulate what he felt, what he is feeling. ...Calmness is not coming for him either any time soon.]
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[Gently he pulls her back, then bends down to kiss her. He meant it to be softly, but the intensity of waiting twenty years for this quickly came through.
Her smell, her touch, even the taste of her - even twenty years more mature, it was still all the same and he loved her just as much.]
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Especially when it came to doing everything you wished to do today, because you never knew what tomorrow would bring- or take.
Smiling through the kiss that they were sharing, he bent down a little to get an arm behind her legs, and swept her up into his arms to hold her tight.]
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